You head to your regular [insert day/night here] derby. You pull up to the launch, and who’s there but KVD, Skeeter the Reese, G-man Swindle and whoever else you want to throw in there.
First you think: Holy crap!
Second thought: Wait – this is my home lake. I’m going to beat these yahoos!
But even so, your heart’s a-beatin’, your hands shake a little, you wonder if you really can hang with sticks that big.
But you’re not up against them. Here’s what you’re up against:
(Keith Jones/Berkley photo)
That’s right. That whopper of a brain – which is why many wives/sig-Os out there think their husbands/sig-Os are [insert disparaging term here] when we don’t catch ’em.
Of course, there are fish that are super-smart. Some say they control the world. Here’s one recently “caught” by a super-secret anti-fish-brain agency:
Alex Voog
March 24, 2011 at 12:07 pm
Head hung down, looking dejected, he kicks the dirt, professing to no one in particular: “Yeah, I got my butt handed to me again by a fish with a brain the size of a pinky nail … that, and while G-Man and KVD took turns casting spinnerbaits at my head, Skeet whacked me in the liver with a 12 inch swimbait. While I was on my knees, all three trussed me up like a mummy with old braid, hooked me up to Rojas’s tow rope, and he then proceeded to drag me through the slop hoping for the big bite. Unfortunately, Trip had to disqualify me for leaving the boat……….”
3Times
March 25, 2011 at 10:39 am
Dude!
MattBass
April 6, 2012 at 12:09 pm
OTOH, a chicken’s brain may be smaller yet. And you should see my wife’s hens take care of little chicks when a hawk is around.
Instincts are amazing.